Yet Another Way Poem by Victoria Hardy

And I, watch the moonlight yet another way
in this course of time;
The singing birds, the twilight
Endless views of the Bosphorus, the sunset.

The morning to me speaks yet in another way,
The evening calling, to engulf
With dreams and thoughts
A ridiculous quest; a ridiculous sorrow spread

And I, feel yet in another way
The April rain; season's breeze
Bittersweet smiles, challenges
The stars and the farewells...

What's left of the words
Except the journey of hope
Close up are the footsteps of separation now
Along with a lonely night of spring.